In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its

While The Mind Sees Only Boundaries, Love Knows The Secret Way There.

To Live Without You Is To Be Robbed Of Love And What Is Life Without It? To Live Without You Is Death To Me, My Love But Some Call It Life.

When I Am Silent, I Have Thunder Hidden Inside.

I Saw Many Humans On Whom There Were No Clothes. I Saw Many Clothes In Which There Were No Humans.

This World's Existence Is One Night Long. There's A Great Lively Gathering That Night, But Some People Sleep Through It.